Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.